Chapter 117: Breaking the Formation (1)

Chapter 35: Breaking the Formation

"It is you, Sword King Dugu?" King Mu Ye said, his expression grim.

"How is my disciple's sword in your hands?" Sword King Dugu asked coldly.

"Hmph!" A surge of murderous aura bore down directly upon King Mu Ye. Under the pressure of Sword King Dugu, King Mu Ye’s face shifted; it was clear that the Sword King’s presence was far more formidable.

"Master!" Yan Wudi quickly stepped forward. "Master, the sword—I lent it to Uncle!" Yan Wudi immediately explained.

"What is going on?" Sword King Dugu raised an eyebrow, easing the pressure on King Mu Ye slightly. Relieved of the crushing weight, King Mu Ye felt better, yet he had already lost all face.

"Hmph!" King Mu Ye let out a cold grunt to vent his frustration.

Yan Wudi recounted everything that had just transpired to Sword King Dugu.

"Oh? A sword toss?" Sword King Dugu suddenly looked toward Yan Chuan, who stood not far away.

"Yes!" Yan Wudi nodded firmly, his expression turning increasingly complex as he looked at Yan Chuan.

"From this moment on, you must remember: your sword is your life. Never let it leave your side, and never lend it to anyone!" Sword King Dugu said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Yan Wudi solemnly took back the Purple-Azure Sword.

After returning the weapon, Sword King Dugu turned his gaze squarely upon Yan Chuan. His eyes, sharp as blades, bore into him. The gaze was piercingly cold, yet Yan Chuan stood motionless. He even offered a faint smile at the Sword King.

"A sword toss? Hmph!" Sword King Dugu let out a cold snort.

*Hum! Hum!*

The swords of the surrounding experts began to ring in unison. Before anyone could fathom what the Sword King intended, a single sword suddenly shot into the sky.

*Whoosh!*

A long sword soared upward.

*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*

Fifty long swords suddenly took flight in unison.

"Ah, my sword!"
"Why is my sword flying away?"
"Is that Sword King Dugu?"

Those whose swords had been snatched away wore expressions of panic. If their own weapons were under another’s control, would taking their lives not be as easy as flipping a hand for the Sword King?

*Whoosh! Whoosh!*

The fifty long swords suddenly turned their tips toward Yan Chuan, transforming into fifty streaks of light that struck at him in an instant.

*Boom!*

Just as they had done to Liu Gang moments earlier, they bore down on Yan Chuan at the center—this time, all fifty of them at once.

The fifty streaks of light were like fifty death warrants, surging forward with a piercing whistle that tore through the air. It seemed as though they would turn Yan Chuan into a porcupine. Cutting through the void, they reached him in an instant.

"It's over!" the onlookers lamented for Yan Chuan.

"Bastard!" "How dare you!"

Qing Long and Mo Yuxi roared in fury. Qing Long, Bai Hu, and Mo Yuxi struck almost simultaneously, conjuring walls of energy to block the path before Yan Chuan.

*Hum! Hum! Hum!*

The fifty long swords pierced into the energy walls, pushing deeper and deeper. With three masters of the Divine Realm defending simultaneously, the swords eventually came to a complete halt. The closest blade stopped a mere five inches from the center of Yan Chuan’s brow.

Mo Yuxi, Qing Long, and Bai Hu were livid. Sword King Dugu’s expression remained cold and stern.

Yet Yan Chuan, targeted by the blades, remained unmoved. Even with the sword inches from his brow, he did not blink. Instead, he looked at Sword King Dugu with interest, a faint smile playing on his lips.

*Boom!*

In her rage, Mo Yuxi sent the fifty long swords blasting back.

"Sword King Dugu, are you courting death?" Mo Yuxi’s eyes widened in fury. At that moment, she did not even understand why she was so enraged, to the point where she felt as if she had lost her composure.